Love Unspoken

'Other than the listener, what else am I missing?' Quinn thought, getting more and more ticked off. She headed back to Susan's place. Susan was already at work, and Anna was just sitting on the couch, staring into space. Quinn plopped down next to Anna, both of them zoning out together.

Quinn was convinced there had to be a way to ditch the listener. The key was Aron. He had to have some kind of control over it; otherwise, how could it be set to blow up if someone tried to yank it out? If only she could figure it out.

Once the listener was gone, Alexander would be out of excuses, right?

Quinn called up Walter again to check on the tech she asked for.

Walter said, "You think this is like grabbing groceries? It takes time."

"How much longer?" Quinn pressed.

"No clue. I'll let you know," Walter shot back.

Quinn frowned. Walter was acting all chill, even though he knew Alexander was alive. What was up with that?

"Something else bugging you?" Walter asked.

"You're acting weird," Quinn said.

"Weird how?" Walter laughed.

"Before, you were all about taking down Alexander. Now you're all calm, helping me out. What's your angle?" Quinn questioned. Walter couldn't help but laugh. "So if I help you, I must have a scheme? Do you still want this thing or not?"

"Of course I do. Just send it over. And if you play any tricks..." Quinn trailed off.

Walter pushed, "What are you gonna do?"

"I'll kill you," Quinn said.

Her threat didn't sound too scary; it just made Walter laugh more. "You're getting gutsy."

Quinn didn't want to waste more time with him and hung up, waiting for his update.

Soon after, her agent called. Quinn felt a bit of relief.

The agent wanted to come over and showed up at the villa's entrance half an hour later.

He rang the bell, and Quinn opened the door.

Seeing his big smile, Quinn knew things were looking up. "Got it done already?" she asked.

The agent nodded. "Yeah, let's chat inside."

Quinn led him in. The agent didn't say much, just that it was done and she could sign the contract anytime.

Quinn didn't want to wait. "How about today? That work for you?" she asked.

"Sure, I can take you there. Do you have local residency?" the agent asked.

Quinn paused. "Nope."

The agent was stunned. "How long you been here?"

"Less than six months," Quinn replied.

The agent was floored. No residency and a short stay. He hesitated, "How long's your visa?"

"One year," Quinn answered.

The agent chuckled awkwardly. "Well, that's a bit of a snag."

"Do I need to meet those conditions to buy it?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah, if you meet any one of those, I can make it happen. But..." the agent looked troubled.

Quinn thought for a moment. "I have a son. Can he get a residency permit here?"

"How old is he?" the agent asked.

"Eight months," Quinn responded.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"That's possible, but the dad has to be a local, and it can only be under his name."

Quinn was stumped again. Should she go find Alexander?

Alexander definitely wouldn't go for it.

Should she just find some random guy? With enough cash, getting a residency permit wasn't hard, but it could cause issues later.

The agent suggested the same. He said that after buying the house, they could transfer the residency permit.